Finding Wendy - April Fool's Contest

[RapeU]

Teaser: The only thing worse than a bad prank is something that looks like a prank, but was never intended to be one.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Finding Wendy
Author: RapeU
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This story happens several weeks after the events of A Benevolent Rapist, which is a spin off combination of @Claire's story Record Chaser and my story Two Hearts, One Wedding. You do not need to read the prior stories to enjoy this one, but it would be a good idea.

The protagonist from A Song Without Music makes an appearance here too, but this story can be read without reading that one.

This story is also going to be my entry in The April Fool's Contest

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Finding Wendy

April Fool’s Day: The annual exercise in mutual affection and mild psychological warfare with Zoe. Last year’s highlight involved me filling her car with 20,000 ping pong balls. We loved pranking each other in fun, goofy ways. And we’d typically end the day with a classic Rick Roll, usually to ourselves.

But this morning, the text thread with Zoe was silent. No snark, no veiled threats, not even a blurry selfie of her in fake mustache and glasses. Something had been up with Zoe ever since the wedding. A creepy feeling crawled up into my gut as I stared at my phone. Maybe Zoe had been planning something big for weeks.

I selected Hannah’s name in my inbox. Nothing since “Good luck with Zoe today, babe. I love you. Don’t die.” Sent at 7:04 a.m., an hour before her first class. She was an overachiever that way, always up early. I sent her a heart emoji back.

I padded to the kitchen, started coffee, and set up the day’s prank apparatus: a humble balloon, a paperclip, and a carefully shaved sliver of soap. A car engine shrieked, the noise level peaking at “dying animal” and tapering off to “angry blender.” I grinned. Zoe was here. The weird feeling in my gut grew and I thought it involved something Zoe was about to do.

I poured coffee, burned my tongue, and opened the door just as footsteps thundered up the stairs. Someone grabbed my arms and pulled me backward, fast and hard. It was a movement that smacked of intent, not clumsy friendship. Handcuffs bit into my wrists as my arms were twisted behind my back, and a dark hood was pulled over my head before my brain finished filing a complaint.

I yelped. “Whoa, Jesus! Points for commitment, Zoe. Can I cash in the safe word now? You’re being a little rough here. I’m not that kind of girl.” Silence. Not even a giggle. The grip on my upper arm shifted, tighter now, and I was marched forward. My left foot caught on the edge of the doormat, and my shin banged into the door frame. “Hey, ow! I’m fragile. Delicate. There are better ways to seduce me, you know.” Still nothing. Not even the sound of Zoe’s nasal snort.

We took the stairs fast. At the bottom I tried to twist around and got a forearm braced against my ribcage for my trouble. I felt a hand fist in my hair and yelped again. “Okay, dude, seriously, the prank is supposed to be harmless. You’re hurting me over here.” That’s when a chill set in that had nothing to do with the weather outside. The creepy feeling I felt earlier in my gut increased tenfold. What was Zoe doing?

My phone pinged in my pocket and whoever had me plucked it out in a flash. That wasn’t like Zoe. We always took each other’s phones before the prank induced sensory deprivation to avoid accidents. Maybe she was trying to throw me off? “I swear to God, if you break my phone, I’ll haunt you. Like, I’ll set all your passwords to the names of your exes and subscribe you to every mailing list on the internet.” My abductor laughed, low, soft, and feminine. I almost missed it, but I could tell it wasn’t Zoe’s voice.

I was dragged into the seat of a car, one shoulder rammed against the car’s cold interior. My abductor moved with a grip harder than Zoe had ever given me. The seatbelt clicked across my lap, but so fast and neat it felt like practiced efficiency. The engine sounded nothing like Zoe’s car. I felt the car moving.

“Okay, I get it,” I said, keeping my voice light, “the prank this year is a mysterious stranger kidnaps me and takes me to Zoe right?” Silence. Even the car’s radio was off. “Hey, I want to point out this is technically a felony. Also, I have to pee, and I’ll totally make a mess if I have to. You can ask Zoe about the time I ruined her bedsheets.” Still nothing. This was either an epic prank, or I was in real trouble.

The car turned right, then left, then a full U turn, then another right. I couldn’t tell where we were at. If Hannah were here, she could probably pinpoint our location accurately within a yard or two. After maybe fifteen minutes, my ass numb and wrists aching, I tried again. “You know, if you’re going to really kidnap me, you should at least buy me breakfast first. It’s only polite. I mean, there are standards.” And then, at last, a feminine voice. “Stop talking.”

My mouth went dry. This probably wasn’t a prank. The car slowed, made a wide, sweeping turn, and came to a full stop. The engine shut off. For a moment, I heard only my own pulse. The driver got out and opened my door. I tensed for a punchline, for the sound of Zoe’s cackle, but nothing. There was a grip on my arm, gentle but insistent, and I was helped out of the car. It sounded like I was walking on gravel.

We walked. The gravel gave way to steps, then the sudden hush of carpet. Then a set of stairs going down. Each sound pinged against my anxiety. I was pressed down into a chair after the stairs, the shape of a wooden back digging into my arms. The hood came off, abrupt and unceremonious, dragging a few strands of hair with it.

My eyes blinked in the dim light. It looked like we were in a basement. I recognized nothing, save for the person who brought me here. Amanda Barkley, Hannah’s ex from high school. She sat in a chair across from me. “Well,” I said, my voice hoarse but trying for brave, “I was expecting Zoe. And if she put you up to this, we’re going to have a very serious conversation about boundaries.” She smiled, just enough to show teeth. “You should learn when to be quiet, Wendy.” The words clanged in my head like a dropped wrench. For the first time since Hemlock Lodge, I was in real, possibly fatal trouble.

My mouth flooded with saliva and I swallowed it, sickly, trying to keep from shaking. “Amanda I…” She held up a hand and I closed my mouth. Amanda spoke, her voice low and steady. “You’re not very good at seeing what’s in front of you.” I considered whether to answer and decided not to. She stared at me with the flat curiosity of a scientist examining a frog. “Do you know why you’re here?”

I waited a moment then answered, “Because you’re madly in love with my wife, and this is the only way you could get close to her?” I tried to keep the tone light, but my voice wobbled on the last syllable. She shook her head. “No, Wendy. You’re here because you saw her for what she really is.” I had no idea what Amanda meant. She leaned forward. “You tell Hannah you love her,” she said. “But you don’t.”

“Listen,” I said, voice threading out thin as tissue, “If you let me go, I promise I won’t call the police. You can tell me whatever you want to about Hannah. Anything at all.” Amanda shook her head again. “I’m not going to let you go. You’re here for a reason.” She got up from her chair and walked toward me. I gulped. “Why am I here?”

Amanda brought her hand to my face and caressed my cheek. “We both know exactly what we want.” I didn’t like the sound of that. “This to be a bad April Fool’s prank?” I hopefully said. Amanda shook her head, “I want to love and someone to love me,” she said. “And you love me. I saw it in your eyes at the wedding.” I blinked, “Ummm…that was love towards Hannah.” Amanda sighed, “No, that was for me.” I tried to reason with her. “Amanda, I married Hannah because I love her.”

“No,” Amanda’s tone was insistent, “You love me.” She started to slowly unbutton her blouse. “You’re making a mistake. Please, just let me go and we can talk with Hannah.” Amanda let out a snort, “I don’t want Hannah anymore. I only want you.” She let the blouse fall to the floor and I recognized her bra as the kind Hannah would wear.

Amanda’s eyes twinkled. “Your bra was too big for me.” That confirmed my suspicion, and told me Amanda was in our apartment, touching and stealing our stuff. “You’re nuts,” I blurted out. Amanda grinned, “Nuts for you.” She slowly fumbled for the back hooks on her bra. “I understand your resistance Wendy. You don’t fully know me yet. But you will soon.”

I wiggled in the chair. “Look, whatever you thought you saw was for Hannah not you.” Amanda ignored me this time and said, “There was once a young boy who nobody liked. Classic bully victim. You know the type?” I looked at her with confusion and snapped, “What’s that got to do with anything?” She finished taking off her bra and cast it aside. Her chest was close to how Hannah’s looked, but something about her boobs seemed off.

“The boy vanished,” Amanda continued, ignoring my question. “Nobody cared. Except one.” I took a stab, “first sexual experience?” Amanda had a twinkle in her eye. She started to slide her pants down. “His name was Armando” Amanda’s gaze didn’t leave my face as she pulled her panties down. When I saw what was between her legs I gasped. Amanda grinned. “Now you fully see what’s in front of you.”

“Amanda,” I whispered. “I love Hannah. Even if you had a vagina it wouldn’t change that.” Amanda shook her head, You love me.” I blinked, “No, I love Hannah,” I insisted. She got closer to me, her face inches from my own. “You looked at me at the wedding,” she said in an eerily soothing voice. “I felt your love for me.” Her mouth twisted into a grin, “And Armando loves you too. He’s been wanting to meet you for so long.” I realized there was no way to reason with her, so I tried a different approach. “Amanda, you don’t kidnap people you love.” She laughed as if I had told her the funniest joke in the world. “You and Zoe do it to each other all the time.”

As I attempted to think of a way to explain the difference, Amanda’s mouth suddenly pressed against mine. Her hand slid behind my head and gripped the roots of my hair, turning my mouth so her teeth could rake across my lower lip. I flinched. My tongue tried to form a syllable and found only the hard edge of her own.

I jerked, but she held me fast, her mouth crushing, her teeth scraping, something canine in the way she pressed in. My own pulse screamed in my ear. Amanda broke the kiss and moved her mouth to my ear, her breath hot, and whispered, “Just admit it. You love me.” I wrenched my head away and spat, “I love Hannah.” Amanda had a sad expression on her face for a few moments. Then, she smiled.

“Perhaps the chair isn’t…intimate enough.” She grabbed my arms and yanked me off the chair, hard. I yelped in surprise as she dragged me to a mattress with a metal bedframe. Amanda’s grip was surprisingly strong. She unlocked one end of my handcuffs to free one wrist, but before I could react she snapped the freed cuff around the bedframe. Amanda produced another pair of handcuffs and fastened my other wrist to the bedframe as well.

“This isn’t what love looks like,” I said. My voice sounded small and weak. Amanda laughed. “You always had to get the last joke in,” she said, taking a step closer. She reached for my shirt. I tried to twist away, but the cuffs yanked me back flat. I felt her fingers hook beneath the fabric. The cotton stretched and popped, a tearing sound that made my teeth hurt. She tore at my shirt, intending to rip it off my body. “Stop,” I begged. I was trying to sound brave, but the words came out as whimpers. “Please don’t do this.”

She made a show of rolling her eyes, then pressed one hand hard against my sternum, pinning me to the mattress while she worked the rest of my shirt off. “You want this Wendy.” Amanda said. She ran her hands over my arms. “Stop lying. You love me.” Her fingers fumbled on the hooks of my bra. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP! HELMMMMM!” She silenced my screams with a hard kiss. I felt my bra leave my body. Amanda’s lips pressed on mine harder as she kneaded my breast.

She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear. “They’re so nice and big.” Hot rivers of tears poured out of my eyes. Amanda tugged at my pants. I screamed as loud as I could. But I doubted anyone would hear me. Amanda seemed to have been planning this for a while. She let out a laugh, as if I’d told a good joke. “We both know you want this, Wendy,” she said after my scream.

I was left in nothing but panties, which she yanked off without ceremony. “Please,” I pleaded and begged. “Don’t do this. I love Hannah. Please.” The words slipped out in whimpers. Amanda ignored them. Her hands roamed my body, exploring like she was mapping a coastline she already owned. I writhed under her, muscles burning. “Don’t,” I kept repeating. “Please, Amanda, don’t.” Amanda stroked my cheek. “You don’t need to be afraid,” her voice was gentle. She was trying to comfort me like a lover.

“Armando is ready to truly meet you, Wendy.” Before I could respond, Amanda kissed my lips hard again. I felt her cock brush my sex. Her body completely pinned me against the mattress. She entered me slow, like a lover would, and I screamed into her mouth. It didn’t matter that I was fighting. It didn’t matter that I was screaming. Amanda kissed those sounds right out of my throat, swallowed them down, and made my sex feel like it was being torn in half.

Her pacing increased, and she moved her lips to my ear. “Wendy, I love you, Wendy.” She whispered it between moans of pleasure. I kept thrashing as much as I could even though I knew it was useless. There were no words that could come to mind, just harsh, deep sobs. Amanda rocked against me, grinding her need into my soul.

I felt her cock throb and squirt inside me, and Amanda let out a scream of her own. She collapsed onto me, heavy and trembling. After a few moments she lay on my chest in a way I only wanted Hannah to do. I just kept sobbing. “Wendy,” she whispered, “It’s ok. You’re safe with me. No one will ever hurt you again.”

I lay there, in the stink and the cold and the dark, and wished I could disappear, wished I could turn into smoke and slip out through the cracks in the floor. Amanda’s nails slowly scratched between my breasts while she lay on me. The motion was slow and hypnotic. My body ran out of tears.

“You love me, Wendy. I know you do.” I didn’t bother to reply out loud. She wouldn’t have listened anyway. In my mind I was still safe, I could still think to myself how much I love Hannah. Amanda must have taken my silence as confirmation. “You’re completely safe,” she said. Her index finger circled my nipple. “I love you Wen. I’d die for you, even kill for you.”

I stayed perfectly still, counting my breaths, picturing Hannah waiting for me. If I could just endure, I could get to her. Amanda shifted from my chest and got fully on top of me again. I wanted to scream. Instead, I focused on Hannah. “You want me,” Amanda said, “I can tell from your eyes.” Hannah, Hannah, Hannah. I love Hannah. Amanda kissed my lips hungrily. I shut my eyes and let my mind drift. I pictured Hannah in the kitchen, pouring coffee, smiling at some dumb meme on her phone.

It didn’t help. Amanda slid her cock back inside me. I didn’t resist this time. I just let her do it, my body already past the point of fighting. I found myself reciting Hannah’s name in my head. Hannah, Hannah, Hannah. The only word that mattered. The only part of me she hadn’t yet taken.

I didn’t know how long Amanda kept at it. Time lost all meaning. Sometimes she was gentle, sometimes rough as hell. I lay there like a doll, humming Hannah’s name to myself in different patterns behind clenched teeth. The only constant was Amanda’s soft chanting in my ear, her conviction that all of this was love. My wrists ached and my insides burned. I lost count at how many times the cock squirted into me. I kept thinking Hannah, Hannah, Hannah until I passed out from exhaustion.

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The next day, or I assumed was the next day since it was impossible to tell, I fought. I screamed until my voice turned to powder. I yanked at the cuffs until my wrists felt raw. Amanda raped me over and over again. Every time, she said, “You love me, Wendy.” Like it was a password she needed to remember.

Then came the hallucinations. I opened my eyes after Amanda squirted another load into me and Hannah was sitting next to me. She looked tired but not angry. Just sad. “Han?” I croaked. She smiled and brushed the hair from my forehead. “You’re strong,” she said. Her voice was the realest thing I’d felt in days. I started to cry, but nothing came out except a single, dry sob that rattled my whole chest.

“Please,” I said, or tried to. The word left my lips as a sticky whisper. Hannah held my hand. “Don’t leave,” I said. She squeezed my fingers and said, “Never.” Then her face began to melt, skin puddling off her cheekbones, sliding to the floor in glistening, sticky strands. I shut my eyes and screamed, but when I opened them Hannah was gone.

Amanda was there instead, watching me with a troubled look. She sat on the bed and cradled my head in her lap. She stroked my hair while I trembled and stared at the ceiling. “You’re getting sick,” Amanda said, voice softer than it had any right to be. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” She pressed a bottle of water to my lips and poured until I coughed it out in choking, icy fits. Then she pulled me into her, rocking me back and forth. “You’re mine, Wen,” she said into my ear. “No one will ever hurt you again. I promise.”

The hallucinations got worse over time. I knew something was wrong with me, but I didn’t know what. My dad loomed over the mattress with his arms folded, a disappointed look on his face. My mother stroked my hair and said, “I hope you get well soon, Wen.” There was an old man with a beard who kept trying to touch the ceiling. A child ran sideways on the walls.

The hallucination that scared me most was a man’s voice. Deep, unfamiliar, but so real it knotted my intestines. “…let her go…twenty-four hours…rules” The voice was calm, reasonable, ordinary, the kind of voice you’d trust with your credit card number over the phone. “She loves me,” Amanda’s insistent voice. The man: “…doing…harm…” Amanda: “…strong…will get better….” The man: “…stay out of your way…” Amanda: “…thanks…home and mine…”

The voices dissolved. I lay there shivering, convinced that some other world was going on just past the edge of my suffering. I tried to call for Hannah, but my vocal cords were as dry as old rope. Amanda was in and out, appearing at unpredictable intervals. Sometimes she wore my clothes or Hannah’s. Sometimes she wore nothing. Once, I woke up to find her brushing my hair. When she saw that I was awake, she forced her cock inside me. I passed out before I felt the cock squirt. Apparently being sick didn’t matter to Amanda.

I felt hot and cold at the same time. There was a sound like a slam of a door that woke me up. I thought it was Amanda My eyes wouldn’t open at first. All I saw was a jagged red pulse behind my lids. There was another deafening slam, then a chorus of boots. Something heavy crashed into the wall above my head.

Someone spoke in the dark, sharp and male: “Basement southeast corner! We found her!” For a moment, I was certain I was dead. But then a second voice, this time female, cool and detached, cut through the rush: “We need a medic!” My wrists were yanked overhead, and something cold closed around the metal cuffs. With a pop and a stutter, they snapped open and my arms flopped down like dead weight.

A figure loomed above me, head haloed in a flashlight. “You’re safe,” she said. Her voice had that police calm, trained to cut through panic. “My name is Amber, We’re going to get you out.” I tried to say “Hannah,” but my tongue was swollen and my lips wouldn’t move.

They rolled me onto my back, then onto my side. My thighs screamed with each movement. I felt a blanket wrap my shoulders, scratchy and sour, but warm. I started shivering. Not from cold, but from the shock of being touched by someone who wasn’t Amanda.

Amber spoke again “We’ve got you. Just breathe.” I heard my own breath rattling, sharp and desperate. I tried to lift my head, but everything spun. Shadows tumbled around me, resolve flickering in and out. Amanda’s voice sliced through the clamor. “She’s mine!” She shrieked it, wild, animal. “She loves me! Don’t take her!” Amber leaned down close to my ear. “Don’t listen to her. You’re safe now.”

I felt myself be carried outside. Amanda’s screaming faded. Figures in blue and black moved everywhere, voices overlapping, a roaring storm of command and protocol. My vision flickered. Someone was shouting orders. A woman pressed something against my arm.

They loaded me onto a stretcher, buckled me down, wheeled me over uneven ground to the ambulance. The lights on the ambulance whirled blue and red and blue, the colors so bright they made me dizzy. Someone stabbed a needle into the back of my hand.

“Can you tell me your name?” I closed my eyes, wanting to sleep. “Wendy,” I mumbled. “Wendy, do you know where you are?” “Hell,” I said. “Close enough,” a voice barely whispered. Then, louder, “Is there anyone you want us to call?” “Wife…Hannah,” I croaked. Then, I drifted out into unconsciousness.

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The world returned in slices. A glare hurt my eyes even though they were shut. My joints ached. I tried to move, but even the idea made my body feel too big, too heavy, as if I’d been cemented inside a body bag and thrown in a river.

I opened my eyes. A face hovered at the edge of my vision. Another, closer. Both watched me with the awkward intensity of people trying not to cry in a public place. Zoe and Aisha. Aisha kept her face unreadable. Zoe’s nostrils flared, her hand rested on the guardrail near my thigh, knuckles pale as aspirin.

I swallowed, finding my tongue thick, slow. “Hey,” I managed. The word tasted like blood and old battery. Aisha smiled with her eyes, but her mouth didn’t move. Zoe’s body relaxed with relief. I tried to sit up. My arms wouldn’t answer. My legs might as well have been property of the hospital now, donated for science.

“Don’t,” Aisha said, a low command. “You’ve been hurt pretty badly.” “Oh,” I said, though it didn’t mean anything yet. “Where am I?” “City hospital,” Zoe answered, her voice too loud, then too soft. “You’ve been out for a few hours.” I inhaled. My nose hurt, crusted with something. Oxygen cannula, probably. “Thanks for coming,” I said grateful that the ordeal was over. Zoe nodded. “They called me. I called Aisha.”

I had a sudden feeling of dread in my stomach. “Why didn’t they call Hannah?” A silence rolled out, the kind that felt like a punishment. Aisha’s voice, when it finally arrived, was a shadow. “They did. She didn’t answer.” I tried to process this. My brain was a snow globe, every thought swirling and refusing to settle. “Did Amanda take her too?”

Aisha shrugged and I noticed she had been crying. “No idea,” she said. “We tried calling Hannah ourselves but…” I waited. “She’s just gone. No one has seen her since your rescue. We reported it to the police in case it’s related, but they haven’t found anything.”

I closed my eyes. I tried to remember Hannah’s last words to me. I couldn’t. I only remembered Amanda’s voice, Amanda’s skin. My stomach twisted. I wanted to throw up. Instead, I squeezed Zoe’s hand so hard I thought her bones would snap. I wanted jump out of the hospital bed and look for her myself. Wanted to scream. Couldn’t do either.

Then, I remembered something Amanda said. A cold chill ran down my spine. “She said she’d kill for me,” I whispered. Both of them were able to hear it. Aisha slumped and Zoe paled. “Let’s not jump to conclusions yet,” Aisha whispered. But I could tell she didn’t convince herself.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. A woman entered, brown hair pulled back in a way that said “don’t fuck with me.” She wore the police uniform like a suit of armor, but her eyes looked tired, rimmed in red, as if she’d been up all night fighting a war.

“Wendy Thompson?” she asked, glancing first at the chart, then at me. I nodded. She turned to Zoe and Aisha. “You two family?” “Best friends,” Zoe said, instantly. “I’m Officer Richardson,” she said, holding up her badge. “You can call me Amber.” I recognized the voice and the name. She was one of those who rescued me from Amanda. “I’m the lead on your case. Actually, both your cases.” She pulled a chair around and sat. “Do you want them to stay?”

I looked at Zoe, then Aisha. I wanted Hannah, wanted her so bad my chest hurt, but there was only these two. Over and over I replayed in my head ‘please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.’ “Yeah,” I said, “I do.” Saying ‘I do’ made my heart hurt.

Amber cleared her throat. “First, I’m glad you’re safe.” She said it like she meant it. “Second, we can talk about what happened whenever you’re ready. Third, I want you to know that you’re not alone.” She looked at me and I saw a familiar haunted look in her eyes. “Something happened to me too,” she whispered. She let the haunted look in her eyes linger, then fade away under her professional mask. Something about Amber’s gesture made me trust her completely. Her vulnerability really did make me feel less alone. She didn’t have to do that, but she chose to as a way to make the burden easier. “Yeah, let’s talk now. But first, any update on Hannah?”

Amber shook her head, “Amanda claims she didn’t do anything to Hannah. She keeps telling us to ask Mark, but we don’t know who she’s talking about.” Zoe’s response was an immediate, “Oh shit.” Amber looked at Zoe, “You know something.” It wasn’t a question. Zoe nodded, then looked at me. “I wanted to tell you, but I felt so ashamed. You and Hannah have always been strong. And I was weak.” I shook my head, “Zoe, Hannah and I have each other. That’s how we’ve been able to survive. We’re both individually broken messes.”

Amber spoke next, gently, “Zoe, tell us what happened. Zoe swallowed and said “Mark is a serial rapist. He has some sort of code, rules that he goes by. One of them is to not hold anyone for more than twenty-four hours.” “Shit,” I whispered, “I thought I hallucinated a voice, but there really was someone else in that basement who mentioned twenty-four hours and rules.” Amber wrote something down on her pad. “I want to get back to that in a moment,” she said. “Continue with what happened Zoe. Any information you can think of could help us find Hannah.”

Zoe sighed, I could tell the memory was hard on her. “He kidnapped and raped me while you were on your honeymoon.” I felt my stomach drop. “The day I called you?” Zoe nodded, then softly said. “You stopped me from doing something stupid.” Her words hung in the air. I wanted to hug her, but my arms wouldn’t cooperate. “Zoe, hug me.” She did and while we are hugging I asked, “Are you still considering…” The embrace broke and she shook her head. “I’m going to therapy. I’m safe.” I could tell that was true. “Good,” I whispered.

“If Mark has Hannah,” Aisha spoke after a long silence, “then she’ll be released tomorrow if he abides by his rules.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to wait that long.” Amber nodded “Agreed, I’m doing everything I can.” A thought occurred to me, “Amber, how did you find me?” She hesitated, “Anonymous tip from a burner phone. We found it in a dumpster by your apartment.” I felt sick. Mark for sure kidnapped Hannah, and he used my rescue as a distraction.
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Mark, Hannah, and Wendy will return.

I know some things may seem wildly out of character for Mark, but remember we only saw Wendy's perspective while she was hallucinating from dehydration. We'll see Mark's perspective in the next story that I think will sufficiently explain what feels like out of character moments here.

[Shocker]

Always nice to see the Wendy or Hannah for that matter. As you are now hesitant to let bad thing happen to the nice couple, I'd like to ask permission to use Zoe for the spin off contest, I'll claim her as spiritually connected to Blow Out.

[RapeU]

Always nice to see the Wendy or Hannah for that matter. As you are now hesitant to let bad thing happen to the nice couple, I'd like to ask permission to use Zoe for the spin off contest, I'll claim her as spiritually connected to Blow Out.

Yes. That will be a fun read, though it might be better to link it to a story she is actually in.

[Shocker]

Always nice to see the Wendy or Hannah for that matter. As you are now hesitant to let bad thing happen to the nice couple, I'd like to ask permission to use Zoe for the spin off contest, I'll claim her as spiritually connected to Blow Out.

Yes. That will be a fun read, though it might be better to link it to a story she is actually in.

It would, and I implore all the readers on RA to read those stories and rate them so they get over the required 15 rating. I already gave them all I had.

[RapeU]

Always nice to see the Wendy or Hannah for that matter. As you are now hesitant to let bad thing happen to the nice couple, I'd like to ask permission to use Zoe for the spin off contest, I'll claim her as spiritually connected to Blow Out.

Yes. That will be a fun read, though it might be better to link it to a story she is actually in.

It would, and I implore all the readers on RA to read those stories and rate them so they get over the required 15 rating. I already gave them all I had.

Hmmm, I'm not totally satisfied with the ending of The Blowout. Perhaps I can tweak the ending a bit and introduce Zoe and Aisha there

[Shocker]

Yes. That will be a fun read, though it might be better to link it to a story she is actually in.

It would, and I implore all the readers on RA to read those stories and rate them so they get over the required 15 rating. I already gave them all I had.

Hmmm, I'm not totally satisfied with the ending of The Blowout. Perhaps I can tweak the ending a bit and introduce Zoe and Aisha there

Don’t stress yourself, I find a way to make this work, worst case I’ll rape the conditions of the contest until they fit my needs.

[RapeU]

It would, and I implore all the readers on RA to read those stories and rate them so they get over the required 15 rating. I already gave them all I had.

Hmmm, I'm not totally satisfied with the ending of The Blowout. Perhaps I can tweak the ending a bit and introduce Zoe and Aisha there

Don’t stress yourself, I find a way to make this work, worst case I’ll rape the conditions of the contest until they fit my needs.

It wasn't any trouble at all. I've been meaning to adjust the ending of The Blowout anyway. I'm looking forward to seeing Zoe be the protagonist of what will probably be a shocking story